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A: I've been on my own since I was 15, since my folks died. And I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country. Wow, Rose, we've walked about a mile around this boat deck...chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up. But I reckon that's not why you came you talk to me, is it?
B: Mr. Dawson, I...
A: Jack.
B: Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion.
A: You're welcome.
B: Look, I know what you must be thinking. “Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?”
A: No, no. That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
B: Well, I...It was everything. It was my whole world and all the people in it and the inertia of my life, plunging ahead, and me, powerless to stop it.
A: God, look at that thing. You'd have gone straight to the bottom.
B: Five hundred invitations have gone out. All of Philadelphia society will be there. And all the while, I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
A: Do you love him?
B: Pardon me?
A: Do you love him?
B: You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
A: It's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
B: This is not a suitable conversation.
A: Why can't you just answer the question?
B: This is absurd. You don't know me and I don't know you. And we're not having this conversation at all. I am leaving now. Jack, Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you.
A: And you've insulted me.
B: Well, you deserved it.
A: Right.
B: Right.
A: I thought you were leaving.
B: I am. You are so annoying.
A: Ha-ha.
B: Wait, I don't have to leave. This is my part of the ship. You leave.
A: Well, well, well. Now who's being rude?
B: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around? So, what are you, an artist or something? These are rather good. They're very good, actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
A: They didn't think too much of them in old Paree.
B: Paris? You do get around for a...a person of limited means.
A: Go on, a poor guy. You can say it.
B: And these were drawn from life?
A: That's one of the good things about Paris, lot s of girls willing to take their clothes off.
B: You liked this woman. You used her several times.
A: She had beautiful hands, you see?
B: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
A: No, no, no. Just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See? She had a good sense of humor, though. And this lady, she used to sit at this bar every night, wearing every piece of jewelry she owned, just waiting for her long lost love. We called her Madame Bijoux. See, her clothes are all moth-eaten.
B: Well, you have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people.
A: I see you.
B: And?
A: You wouldn't have jumped.
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